Angelina was cleaning up the few glasses behind the bar, a chore that could’ve waited till Craig or Jason came in, but as she’d finally convinced them to let her back into the place after five days she’d told them to take the day off. Five days, it was hard to believe that was all the time that had passed since her world had been turned upside down. Stan’s return, Desiree’s running away and apparently near rape she’d finally found out about, to the fight with Memphis and Amir that had lead to the near deadly crash of Sway. It was enough to make anyone feel the need to be committed to an insane asylum. As it was she’d begged Craig to let her back into the joint as it’d gotten her out of hovering over Sway and trying to coddle Desiree. It was as much for everyone else’s good as hers. She didn’t need them all annoyed with her mothering, yet.
The sound of engines approaching had her glancing at the door, expecting someone from the crew to come walking in. What she got instead was the sound of bullets piercing old cement and wood, followed by the shattering of glass as a well placed stray bullet zipped through the tainted window in front. Ducking out of instinct, Angelina heard the glass she’d been drying crash to the ground as well, shattering nearby and sure to leave shards to be picked up for days to come. Though that was the least of her worries, there was still the problem of her Club being peppered with bullets and from the sounds of things high-powered bullets at that!
Another array of bullets came in through the now opened window and Angelina was in a full fledged tantrum by the time she crawled to where she had the shotgun holstered under the bar. Checking the gun for ammo she grabbed one box of shells, placing two inside and keeping the safety on. It sure as hell didn’t sound like the crew outside, but whomever it was had pissed off some very angry hornets. Hazels widened as she managed to stand long enough to grab the cordless off the wall and shimming back behind the second wall in the club, the one that lead to her office, the bathrooms, storage room, and her apartment.
Punching in the numbers for the sheriff’s office as she moved Angelina almost yelled into the receiver. ”Seth! No that is not my doing, is this your doing? It’s not well get the hell down here then. They are shooting the hell out of my club. Hold on I’m going for a better point of view.” Words growled as she made her way up the hallway to her apartment, reaching the kitchen window and glancing down she gave a curse. Easily spotting the devastated but still recognizable suv’s that signified federal agents. ”It’s the fed’s. Yes I said the feds! I don’t know why the hell they are here. No it has nothing to do with them, so don’t even start that!”
Annoyance moving into growing voice as hazels glanced down to spot the car of interest the federal agents seemed to be surrounding. What she saw made her blood curl, Tori was down there in all her splendor taking bullets left and right, from off a ways there was another vehicle and it didn’t take much for Angelina to realize that’d be Memphis or Tumbler, possibly both. ”I have to go Seth, hurry.” With that she hung up, knowing the man would chew into her for it later but not about to let him hear what she was about to say.
Pushing the window open, she hollered down, ”I don’t know whom you think your shooting at, but I’ve called the local authorities and they’ll be here shortly.” A curse escaped as a trigger-happy fed sent a bullet through her partially opened window. ”Hey you blundering idiots I haven’t done anything. What kinda outfit is this? Shoot first and ask questions later?!? I’ll have you know I’ll take all your badge numbers down and I will be filling a complaint!” Words all but shouted as she shut the window again hurried down the stairs. The gunfire had slowed when she heard the old engine kick to life in the Ford, a glance given out her broken window as she saw who was driving. The years had matured the features some, but there was no denying, Kip as the crazed driver. ”Fucking figures.” The only words she was able to mutter before she heard the car shifting gears, surprised it’d even turned over, before she moved to dive back behind the bar. Expecting another string of bullets, of which she was not disappointed by. ”That boy, if he doesn’t die here, is sooooo dead when I get my hands on him.” There was anger but it was motherly, as in she’d strangle him to death, revive his ass, then strangle him again before putting him to work. Lord help her if Desiree ever turned into a hellion like that!
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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